Clasping the hair of joyous risingKneeling to get the happy momentsBowing invertedly to fly high and hi gher galaxyLike climbing up and down to the cottons of the tickling spots

Like a smooth shaft lubricating the sweetness of sleepDriving on a canopy hungry lipsOn a spring of dancing in muscle controlDigging in many styles in a deep through deeper in a caressing bedrest from wild sleep.